Chapter 798

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Protagonist:

Fang Ziye

Fang Ziye couldn't let Song Yi swindle him that easily: "Song Yi, why are you still bringing up Professor Han? My relationship with Professor Han is just ordinary..."

"A clumsy cover-up isn't meant for professionals to see; it's just for outsiders."

"Fang Ziye, there are no outsiders right now, and you still won't let it slip?" Song Yi kept pressing.

Fang Ziye replied: "Elder Brother, some things are understood but left unspoken."

Fang Ziye wasn't a two-faced person; he'd promised Professor Han Yuanxiao to his face that he could help him cover the lie, then turned around and broadcast the "truth" of the matter to everyone.

Song Yi could guess, he could speculate on his own, but Fang Ziye would never leak the real truth from his own mouth.

Song Yi didn't dwell on this issue; he just wanted to express what he wanted to say: "Actually, compared to the blow you dealt to Senior Brother Wu Xuanqi, Professor Han's thing has a similar effect through different means."

"But in my view, correcting the basic experimental method for bone tumors is even more incredible."

"Fang Ziye, during our chats, Senior Brothers and I have suspected more than once that you're cheating."

"But cheating can be unreasonable; you've made so many project breakthroughs, every step so solid, and we..."

Fang Ziye replied truthfully: "So that means, a little cheat doesn't count as cheating, and no connection doesn't count as cheating either?"

"Really?" Song Yi's eyes widened.

Fang Ziye nodded very seriously: "Compared to many people, do you think you count as cheating?"

Song Yi wasn't an ordinary person; he dared to have ambition, had his own ideas, and dared to give up so many opportunities — he definitely had a certain confidence.

Otherwise, Song Yi couldn't possibly have stayed at Beijing Third Hospital, yet his first choice upon returning to Han City was still Zhongnan Hospital.

Now, instead of enjoying the comfort of Professor Duan Hong's team, he wanted to come to Fang Ziye's place to seek a share of 'freedom'.

Daring to choose freedom is everyone's nature.

But one must also consider what some people gave up in order to choose freedom!

If Song Yi temporarily gave up freedom, then as long as he accumulated time, he could grow rapidly, until the day he led his own team, grew to the point where he could lead a team to do things.

But such a waiting time was something Song Yi didn't want to invest...

"Counts too. But most of the people you compare yourself to are even more 'most' than the people I compare myself to." Song Yi said.

After saying this, Song Yi looked at Hu Qingyuan beside Fang Ziye and said cautiously: "Qingyuan should also be even more 'most'."

Hu Qingyuan nodded slightly with a simple smile, neither particularly humble nor refuting Song Yi's words.

Seeing Fang Ziye and Hu Qingyuan both admit it so calmly, Song Yi felt relieved instead.

But Song Yi still had his own thoughts to ask: "Fang Ziye, Professor Duan Hong has excessively praised you more than once these years; can you give me the inside scoop — who or where are the people or places you want to compare yourself to now?"

Fang Ziye picked up his cup with his right hand, sliding the bottom of the cup in a few circles on the tabletop: "In youth one knows not the taste of sorrow; to write new verses one feigns sorrow."

"Right now I don't compare with others, don't compare with myself, just go with the flow."

Song Yi and Hu Qingyuan both gasped upon hearing this.

The four words "go with the flow" can be heard everywhere, but when different people say them, the state of mind is completely different.

Fang Ziye's "go with the flow" definitely wasn't simply lying flat.

"Why go with the flow, how can one go with the flow?" Song Yi's expression was exceptionally conflicted.

"Human strength has its limits; eras have their exhausted vigor."

"Time can submerge everything; compared to time's roller wheel, we are too insignificant."

"But if we can't even move with the times, we'll only become even more insignificant than we imagined."

"I increasingly feel that self-awareness is a philosophy, but to actually achieve self-awareness is still too difficult..."

"If we really chat deeply, we'll all chat ourselves into depression; let's not go deeper into this topic, let's just move forward doing what we can do." Fang Ziye actively reined in the topic.

Song Yi wasn't willing to let the topic end so easily: "Fang Ziye, you feel what we're doing now is all going with the flow; then if it weren't going with the flow, what would you want to do?"

"There's a lot to think of. And a lot that can be done." Fang Ziye said.

"Our country's basic research in pharmaceuticals, medical devices, and medical materials currently lags behind foreign countries by at least thirty years!"

"Even if we spend another thirty years on this time gap, we may not necessarily catch up."

"Furthermore, from a practitioner's perspective, our country's medical environment is at least twice as harsh as abroad."

"That's a rather conservative estimate, right?"

"Also... forget it, won't say more." Fang Ziye cut off the topic again.

Because, the main reason Fang Ziye currently dares not expand clinical trial numbers in clinical practice is fear of medical disputes.

Without enough certainty, even Fang Ziye wouldn't dare easily admit too many 'incurable diseases'!

Otherwise, if some patient and family misunderstand the treatment effect, Fang Ziye might become another Mi Qi, or Teacher 'Tao Yong'.

Too many precedents make Fang Ziye dare not gamble on human nature's good or evil.

Not expanding the number of spinal cord injury treatment patients, Fang Ziye won't starve.

All that needs investing is waiting time; Fang Ziye isn't afraid to 'waste' some time...

At the same time, an animal laboratory somewhere in Jingdu.

An older middle-aged man withdrew from the operating table with hands raised, then let out a long sigh: "Still no good! ~ Still can't operate."

Another middle-aged man on the platform kept his head down observing, muttering: "The rabbit models were all air-freighted directly from Han City; the models have no problems at all!"

"Their team didn't conceal the project methods; could it be that the data and methods they provided are wrong?"

The one starting to step down had already taken off his gloves, throwing them hard into the trash can: "The data and methods aren't wrong; there's no need to hide this kind of thing."

"They're treating this disease type not so that only their own team can treat it."

"But rather, we simply haven't performed the operation correctly; we simply can't replicate their operational details."

A young person responsible for recording data said cautiously: "Two teachers, from what I've heard, Professor Fang Ziye has currently admitted only three patients."

"Perhaps the reason they haven't admitted more patients is precisely because this treatment plan has a dependence on the operator."

"The current treatment method hasn't yet been developed to the stage where the surgical technique can be transferred, so Professor Fang has been very cautious in narrowing the admitted cases."

"The microcurrent stimulation of the needle electrode within the spinal cord, to reactivate channels in a dormant state, requires the puncture position to be extremely precise."

"Inside the spinal cord, even a millimeter-level difference can produce completely different effects."

"If such high requirements and high standards exist, for our team to replicate this research project, we probably need Professor Fang Ziye's team to develop a set of auxiliary instruments."

"After all, instruments are the only tools that can lower operational difficulty and operational access!"

The middle-aged man observing on stage, whose eyebrows were very thick and coarse, now furrowed them into a semicircular saber: "But we've already cut open, inside the spinal cord, and there are no special markers."

"How can he know where to puncture?"

"Does he think he can puncture wherever he wants?"

The older middle-aged man who stepped down nodded: "We can't rule out such a possibility."

"I remember, at last year's annual meeting, I met Professor Zhou Gongbo of Huashan Hospital in Han City. Professor Zhou said that their department previously encountered a patient with malignant nonunion."

"Later, the patient healed in Fang Ziye's hands, and Professor Fang Ziye's treatment method was local puncture to administer medicine."

"Professor Zhou Gongbo of Huashan Hospital later followed this line of thinking and carried out a series of research projects. Research shows that this particularly stubborn and difficult malignant nonunion requires relatively high-end puncture techniques combined with local medication to improve treatment effects."

"And the treatment effect may be related to the operator's personal skill."

"To date, Professor Zhou Gongbo's team still hasn't provided a particularly refined standard treatment plan for malignant nonunion patients; they probably just haven't crossed this step."

"How did our orthopedics treatment get involved with puncture techniques?" The middle-aged man speaking was especially depressed.

After the thick-browed middle-aged man sighed in relief, he could only smile bitterly: "Professor Wang, it seems even the meal at our lips we can't eat."

"Given the current situation, what we can do, what we must do, is either keep trying and failing, or just wait."

"According to feedback from Professor Fang's team, besides Fang Ziye, their team currently has no one else who can replace Professor Fang's specific operation."

"The idea is one thing, the method is another, but turning the idea into operation through the method is yet another dimension."

"Spinal cord injury? Still too difficult to deal with. Not easy to handle."

Professor Wang said: "Xiao Xiao, have you contacted Professor Fang's team? Is their team currently open to visitation permission?"

"If they agree, I really want to go to the stage to see exactly how they carry out this kind of research project."

"We've been repeating it for nearly a month, and still there's no progress at all."

The person called Xiao Xiao hurriedly said: "Professor Wang, I haven't asked this question yet. Last time you only asked me to ask Professor Fang's team if it's convenient to provide some rabbit models."

"I should be able to give you a reply tomorrow."

"Then ask!" Professor Wang shook his head: "Professor Kang, don't hold out. Working behind closed doors is useless."

"Better to go ask in person. If even Fang Ziye feels that replicating this project requires extremely high personal skill, then we can only shelve this project."

"To do a job well, one must first sharpen one's tools!"

The person called Xiao Xiao, hearing this, asked even more cautiously: "Professor Wang, compared to developing instruments to replace one's own operation, isn't the difficulty of personally operating much smaller?"

"Instruments can guarantee the lower limit for all operators, but to make everyone's operation lower limit reach..."

Xiao Xiao himself laughed: "I actually look forward to Professor Fang's team finding another path!"

If surgery is like stir-frying, then the lead surgeon is the cook.

Developing whether a dish tastes good is already hard, and teaching the dish to others is also not agreed.

But to invent a stir-fry machine so everyone can eat dishes that most great chefs can't complete is undoubtedly somewhat whimsical.

How could there be an instrument that can replace Professor Wang?

"Then what should we do? Is this another ineffective treatment plan?" Professor Wang retorted unhappily.

Xiao Xiao fell silent.

He indeed had a bit of a pessimistic meaning just now, but this is also the fact.

The few people didn't argue anymore.

After the person called Professor Shi also got down from the operating table, they stopped today's 'tossing around'!

Han City, Barbecue Stall.

"Hu Qingyuan, don't even think about it!"

"Master now gives you a principle: any clinical doctor cannot give up the ward, cannot give up the outpatient clinic, otherwise they are a fake clinical doctor."

"You don't personally attend to patients, you don't personally make rounds, how would you know how someone dies!" Fang Ziye rejected Hu Qingyuan's 'heard suggestion'!

Song Yi also said upon hearing this: "Hu Qingyuan, your thinking is still too simple. You think research and clinical work can be separated, and clinical work and outpatient clinics can be separated?"

"That definitely won't do. If a doctor only sits in the outpatient clinic, then he doesn't understand real clinical work and might admit patients who don't meet the conditions."

"If a doctor doesn't go to the outpatient clinic, he simply cannot understand what the current patients' tendencies are."

"Different hospitals, different regions, patients and disease types are all different."

"And only if you constantly understand the prognosis of the patients you've treated, constantly follow up, can you know how to coordinate and adjust treatment."

"Others definitely hope your master does more surgeries and then reduces their burden."

"But if you really want your master to reduce his burden, then it must be that your team members grow up and can let your master very reassuringly allow you to admit patients."

"Besides you, even others from the same unit won't do."

"As for research, there's no need to mention it."

"Now this stall, not to say that without your master it would disperse, but if your master isn't around, would Liao Jia or Nie Mingxian look up to anyone else?"

"Nie Mingxian's teacher Professor Li Yongjun has very strong influence in vascular surgery, and can be called among the domestic top five."

"Professor Liao Jia achieved financial freedom long ago, so why would you have your two senior fellow disciples go invite him?? On what grounds would he come?" Song Yi spoke very realistically.

Although it's said that in reality most people dislike the 'admiration for strength' phenomenon, in fact, this behavior of admiring the strong has existed from ancient times to the present.

Hu Qingyuan has some talent, but after all, his time in clinical practice is too short, and he's still muddled about many things; however, he listens to advice well: "Master, I was just expressing my own thoughts."

"It's just too childish."

Hu Qingyuan admitted his mistake calmly.

Because the more capable a person is, the more calmly they can recognize their own insufficiencies!

"Having ideas is a good thing, you understanding that your master is tired is also a good thing, but the way you show consideration needs attention."

"Even for me, your master, right now, I wouldn't dare suggest that your two senior fellow disciples stop attending the outpatient clinic?"

"If it's just pursuing surgical volume, if I opened up the outpatient quota, doing clinic two days a week, we'd fill at least two wards."

"But I can't do that either, because I'm an outpatient doctor, I have to be responsible for the patients who come to see me!" "If I don't have a very thorough understanding and trust of the other lead surgeons, and a particularly clear grasp of the disease types, I can't recommend them recklessly either!"

Hu Qingyuan nodded with a smile: "Okay, Master, I'll remember."

Neither Song Yi nor Fang Ziye were trying to diss Hu Qingyuan; they just wanted to explain the flaws in his proposal, so Hu Qingyuan didn't feel any displeasure, instead feeling very at ease.

A good teacher is also part of one's foundation; with a deep foundation, one doesn't need to overthink, and even if there are problems, even if one does something wrong, it can still be compensated for.

What's more, Hu Qingyuan right now just has some gaps in his thinking!

Song Yi exclaimed with feeling: "Fang Ziye, your luck is really good, huh?"

Fang Ziye said: "Song Yi, if you like him, you take Qingyuan with you, try bringing him for a while?"

Song Yi has already graduated with his doctorate, and he's mastered most of the research foundations of trauma surgery.

So, Song Yi no longer has any particular angles he needs to learn; what he needs is to precipitate himself.

Although Hu Qingyuan's talent is very good, there's also no way for him to complete the accumulation of all basic skills in just one year.

If Song Yi wants to experience the feeling of mentoring a genius, Fang Ziye can give Song Yi the opportunity.

"Sure, I like Qingyuan very, very much, he's smart and hardworking, and sensible! ~"

"Holy crap, with a student like this, I wouldn't mind bringing a hundred, it's just a pity I don't have the ability to mentor him......"

"I'm afraid my little accumulation would be plucked bald by him in a few months." Song Yi nodded in agreement.

Hu Qingyuan was very sensible, proactively raising his cup: "Then thank you, Teacher Song."

The next day!

At seven twenty, Fang Ziye had only just arrived at the inpatient general office in the ward, about to gnaw on a steamed bun.

The phone rang.

Fang Ziye left the inpatient general office holding the steamed bun: "Professor Xiong Bin, good morning."

The caller was Professor Xiong Bin of Gastrointestinal Surgery; he had previously urged Fang Ziye for the sake of his 'connections'!

"Professor Fang, I'm calling to say thank you; before, I was the one who wasn't sensible." Xiong Bin's tone was rather weak.

Fang Ziye replied: "Professor Xiong, your words are a bit too polite."

"Professor Fang, before I didn't understand Professor Fang's situation, I always thought Professor Fang was deliberately delaying and dragging out the project, I! ~"

Xiong Bin spoke to this point, then simply laid things out: "Actually none of those reasons hold water; it's just that I blinded myself, only saw my own interests, didn't consider things thoroughly and thoughtfully."

"Before, the reason I urged Professor Fang was a friend of mine; he said he was put in a rather troublesome position because of Professor Fang."

"He said, he might have offended Professor Fang, so Professor Fang was angry with him, deliberately not doing the project......"

Xiong Bin was self-analyzing.

But Fang Ziye's answer surprised him: "Professor Xiong, your friend didn't speak wrongly; I really was deliberately delaying the project."

Xiong Bin's tone became distorted: "Huh?"

"But it wasn't to be angry with him? I had another purpose." Fang Ziye explained.

"I don't want to run away; I just want to honestly do my own things well, but others won't give me this time and opportunity."

"I'm not some puppet, right?"

"Professor Xiong, if I tell you right now that I must go to Tongji Hospital, would you agree to this proposal from others?" Fang Ziye countered.

"Why would I? Eh, who at Tongji Hospital is so interesting?"

"Asking you to go at this time, where's the face?" Xiong Bin cursed bluntly.

If it's gathering with peers, everyone would certainly be polite and courteous.

But when it involves core interest disputes, never mind Tongji Hospital, even Peking Union Medical College Hospital — so what?

You're impressive, sure, but when doing projects, you can't be shameless, can't pick the peaches?

"Professor Fang, you can't really be going, right?" Xiong Bin hurriedly asked further.

"No way, Professor Xiong, this matter is already resolved."

"Otherwise, I definitely wouldn't be this leisurely right now."

"But, although I'm not taking leave in March, in April I'll still take a period of annual leave and wedding leave." Fang Ziye said with a laugh.

Xiong Bin went too far, but he didn't do anything that affected Fang Ziye's core interests.

Judge by deeds, not intentions.

Xiong Bin laughed heartily: "Professor Fang, rest assured, at your grand wedding, I'll definitely thicken my face and come beg for a cup of wedding wine."

"Golden list success is a small achievement; bridal chamber wedding night is the great achievement."

"Marriage is a lifetime's major event; no matter what, nothing can compare to the planning of marriage."

"You take leave with peace of mind, we'll wait for you to return."

Icing on the cake naturally doesn't have much use, but not adding icing on the cake when it's time to add icing on the cake might also be remembered by people.

"Professor Fang, regarding my student Li Mengchao's matter, thank you for your support, Professor Fang; actually if it weren't for you speaking up, I wouldn't have known how to bring it up with Director Yang and the others."

"After all, such words are not conducive to harmony within the department." Xiong Bin pointed out the crux of the matter.

Always speaking in riddles isn't right either; Xiong Bin had indeed called precisely for the benefit Fang Ziye had promised to Li Mengchao.

Fang Ziye agreeing to give Li Mengchao an opportunity was also giving himself more opportunities.

"Professor Xiong, this also depends on Doctor Li's own capability. I'm just an outsider; he said in front of so many of us that he could do better."

"What if it's just empty talk?" Fang Ziye's tone was also very serious.

"The opportunity can be given to you, but don't 'hehe' at me, then produce a big pile of crap."

Xiong Bin hurriedly said: "Professor Fang, I called you for this matter as well."

"Xiao Chao is too young, so he might have said some big words in front of you, Professor Fang."

"First, I hope Professor Fang won't publicize this matter!"

"Second, even if Xiao Chao doesn't do it to your satisfaction, Professor Fang, don't get too angry. If you're angry, vent on me, but absolutely don't take it out on him."

"Young people, mouths have no gatekeepers."

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye felt even more regret in his heart.

Xiong Bin being able to call and say these words proved his private relationship with Li Mengchao was even better, making it even harder for him to burst the bubble.

So Li Mengchao would definitely be unable to join full-time like Song Yi in the future.

But this was also within Fang Ziye's expectations: "Professor Xiong, no gatekeeper is no gatekeeper, but ultimately something must be produced, otherwise it's hard to convince the crowd, no?"

"I've taken the trouble to trust that Doctor Li can do better."

"What our research group needs now is for every step to be more rigorous, more professional, more refined."

"Every single free factor handled more meticulously, and our fault tolerance becomes relatively higher..."

Where does success rate come from?

It comes from doing every step better, accumulating bit by bit.

"Mm, alright, Professor Fang, I'll keep watching Xiao Chao too, hoping Xiao Chao can really collect some data that satisfies you, Professor Fang."

"If possible, also hope Professor Fang can timely give Xiao Chao a pointer or two; this kid's talent and qualifications are both quite good." Xiong Bin said.

"Professor Xiong, you overestimate me; I don't understand Gastrointestinal Surgery that well." Fang Ziye replied.

"Routine things everyone teaches; what you know, Professor Fang, is all non-routine, so naturally only you can teach it."

"Currently, regarding bowel function reconstruction for spinal cord injury patients, although valve control capability has been established, it can actually still be improved."

"Xiao Chao has some immature ideas; he told me, but I feel they're still not mature enough, so I hope after organizing them, to fight for an opportunity for him to discuss with you, Professor Fang! ~" Xiong Bin said.

Fang Ziye was inwardly startled; this Li Mengchao is bold enough!

Judging from current performance alone, this Li Mengchao has his attack attribute points maxed out.

If his capability is truly very strong, he's more suited for an output-oriented team; Fang Ziye quite likes this kind of personality.

Because Fang Ziye is actually also someone who essentially likes 'output'.

"Professor Xiong, then there's a chance to chat together; I also want to hear your Gastrointestinal Surgery's more professional ideas."

"We're only responsible for laying the foundation, giving ideas; specific optimization is still where experts like you, Professor Xiong, have the say." Fang Ziye played a round of human relations.

Xiong Bin didn't stay humble; this was an opportunity his student fought hard for; if he were too cowardly, why would Fang Ziye choose to deeply cooperate with him, Xiong Bin, instead of Yang Guoliang?

It must be that Xiong Bin's team is the superior choice for a large team!

After finishing the steamed bun, Fang Ziye walked spiritedly toward the doctor's office to wait for handover.

After the nurse and duty doctor completed the routine handover, Fang Ziye took the initiative: "Today I'll delay everyone's ward rounds and surgery time a bit; I have a few matters to announce and explain."

"First matter: our department's advantageous disease types are already very obvious."

"Professor Zeng's group's bone tumor related treatments have routine disease types, exploratory clinical projects, and new projects combined with basic research projects; this is a very good approach."

"Our group currently focuses on diabetic foot limb salvage surgery, severe infection limb salvage surgery, and malignant nonunion bone reconstruction surgery."

"Professor Wang Zongkai's group focuses on functional reconstruction surgery as main, with tendon and nerve transfer surgery as auxiliary, a hand surgery technical team."

"This is a very good development trend."

"Currently, our department's average length of stay and turnover rate both cannot compare to the hospital average! ~"

"But we must also consider actual circumstances; don't do data for the sake of data; what we admit are all difficult miscellaneous diseases, not routine disease types."

"If for data's sake, we'd admit a few more fracture patients, admit a few pure tendon repairs, admit a few tumor resections."

"Admit today, operate tomorrow, discharge afternoon... but this has no meaning, so if the hospital wants to deduct performance pay, we can only accept..."

"This is where we do well!"

Fang Ziye spoke here, tone turning serious again: "Currently speaking, we still have many places where we don't do well enough!"

Then, Fang Ziye looked at the Chief Resident; "Lan Tianluo. Are the graduate students and doctors in our department that hard to teach? That bad?"

"Why can even writing a case record go wrong?"

"Ah? You explain?"

"Establishing medical record templates promptly, is it that hard?"

"The major medical record actually overtime, how can this kind of thing appear in our hospital? What are you doing? What did you teach during your department entry orientation?"

Fang Ziye was venting anger at Lan Tianluo, but actually pointing at the mulberry while cursing the locust tree.

According to the "Basic Norms for Medical Record Writing", the first course record must be completed within 8 hours of patient admission; non-completion or overtime is a major defect, directly leading to unqualified medical record quality.

Existence of major defects (such as first course record overtime or missing) meets "single-item veto item" conditions.

Lan Tianluo lowered his head like an ostrich, no rebuttal, no explanation.

"Although this matter occurred rather strangely, there were very special circumstances; that day the duty doctor Xiao Jinqiang had a sudden emergency, fainted."

"But Xiao Jinqiang's problem isn't big, just cerebral hemangioma seizure, not rupture, and after emergency surgery, current surgical outcome is very good."

"But we still need to be more meticulous; the taking-over duty doctor, inpatient chief doctor, our nurses, our follow-up residents, even if a single person noticed this matter, it wouldn't have led to the overtime Grade C medical record phenomenon."

"Here, I propose that we young doctors also pay attention to our own bodies; if there's any discomfort, those who should get a check-up still need to go get one……"

"Also, the medication use in our department is still not standardized enough; we still need to pay a bit more attention, make medication as precise as possible, and don't let obviously similar-efficacy repeated medications be found out."

"For example, Mai Instruction and Yu Shang Ling are drugs with similar effects, mainly for detumescence; just prescribing one kind is enough, don't prescribe two kinds in a single case."

"If there's no drug left, you must reflect that in the medical record; otherwise medical insurance won't check that meticulously, but if you've reflected it in the record, then of course you can change the drug type when there's no drug?"

"Third, I want to specially commend our department's Doctor Dai Zhusheng; although Dai Zhusheng is only a Master's First Year, his progress speed is extremely, extremely fast."

"Not only has he published papers, but in the precision and refinement of the Bone Disease Department's basic skills, he is even more unique in style among his classmates."

"Just a first-year graduate student, and he already has the opportunity to attend the nationwide graduate clinical skill competition; others should also take him as a role model."

"Everyone, let's clap together for Dai Zhusheng to express congratulations……"

Ceng Duoqin immediately led the team in clapping.

Upon hearing this, Dai Zhusheng lowered his head somewhat embarrassedly; standing in the crowd, his face was slightly red, and also somewhat excited.

Hu Qingyuan was also in the crowd; from afar he glanced at Dai Zhusheng, his gaze somewhat complex, yet without any particular envy.

Although Dai Zhusheng went to the nationwide graduate clinical skill competition he couldn't go to, the route he and Dai Zhusheng walk is not quite the same. (Chapter End)